SuperWho COLLAB

5.

Sam and Rory had gotten along swimmingly since day one. Rory liked Sam because Sam never ignored him or laughed at him like the Doctor and Dean and Amy. Every time Amy wanted to surprise him with something (which she liked to do quite frequently now that she’d realized his proneness for death), the Doctor would dance around the TARDIS console, rambling on about some amazing place. Then he would park it, turn around, look straight at Rory and announce “Rory, you stay here.”

Rory, you stay here. It made him feel like a dog. Like a little Labrador puppy they were trying to housebreak. But it was okay now that Sam was around. Sam would always stick around when everyone ditched Rory. Their favorite thing to do when they had the TARDIS all to themselves was to play the Doctor’s old Playstation One. The Doctor had every single game ever created for the console.

And Sam was quite good at Playstation.

2b.

The first time Castiel brought Rory back, Amy kissed him. It was really stupid how Rory died. He had been running down a flight of stairs in the TARDIS and tripped. Smashed his face off the TARDIS console, cracked his head open. Very nasty. Instantly knocked out, and he died pretty quickly after. Amy and the Doctor just looked at each other for a moment. Castiel was confused, mostly. Then Amy fell next to Rory’s body, sobbing and screaming. Something about how stupid he was. Castiel crouched next to them. One touch to the forehead and Rory was alive again. And once Amy realized what had just happened, she kissed Cas.

It wasn’t anything serious. She was just being… grateful. Appreciative. Rory was still unconscious. Alive, but he couldn’t see what what unfolding between his wife and the weird angel who travels around with them sometimes. Of course that didn’t stop Castiel from being a mixture of confused, scared, surprised, and nervous. He jumped a little when he felt Amy’s tongue graze his lip.

Dean used tongue.

Castiel pulled away quickly and stood up, only to find the Doctor staring at him, a smug smile on his lips, his eyebrows raised fiendishly. Castiel felt his face growing warm as he muttered “The boy should be more careful,” and he stormed off into the depths of the TARDIS. 

4a.

Dean didn’t mean to fire the Colt at the TARDIS, in fact, he’s not even actually sure how the fuck the bullet got there and, Jesus, it must have curved or did a fucking loop-de-loop or some shit, because it was supposed to hit Crowley, how the fuck did it miss, it was supposed to work this time, and he’s had enough of his fucking bullshit.

But the bullet is embedded in her console, now, and she’s … she’s actuallywheezing. And not the VWORP VWORP VWORP sort of wheeze that he’d come to associate with the breaks (they’re not even flying anywhere) and suddenly there’s a loud creaking, groaning, pleading noise before everything slows and stills to a stop.

“I said no guns,” The Doctor says quietly, anger brimming at the top of his words  - or is it disappointment? Shit, Dean can’t tell. “I asked one thing of you, and that was no guns.” 

Crowley takes this moment to disappear with a laugh and a “Have fun, kids,” whatever hocus-pocus the TARDIS was using to keep him trapped - gone.

Before Dean has a chance to do anything— fuck, he can’t even process what’s just happened, this spacey-wacey shit is more than he ever bargained for when he stepped into that orange-yellow light— the Doctor has closed the space between them, and he’s angry, oh, he’s so angry, he’s more angry than anything Dean has ever seen. He gets right in close and wrenches the Colt out of Dean’s hand (which is not exactly easy, seeing as Dean is no wuss and he’s holding onto that gun like a drowning man holds onto a piece of flotsam) and brandishes it in Dean’s face.

“I said no guns. Did you mishear me? Did you fail to process the most critical instruction I have ever issued? I said no guns, ever. And you…” the Doctor trails off, looking through Dean as though he’s never seen Dean before.

4.

Dean didn’t mean to fire the Colt at the TARDIS, in fact, he’s not even actually sure how the fuck the bullet got there and, Jesus, it must have curved or did a fucking loop-de-loop or some shit, because it was supposed to hit Crowley, how the fuck did it miss, it was supposed to work this time, and he’s had enough of his fucking bullshit.

But the bullet is embedded in her console, now, and she’s … she’s actuallywheezing. And not the VWORP VWORP VWORP sort of wheeze that he’d come to associate with the breaks (they’re not even flying anywhere) and suddenly there’s a loud creaking, groaning, pleading noise before everything slows and stills to a stop.

“I said no guns,” The Doctor says quietly, anger brimming at the top of his words  - or is it disappointment? Shit, Dean can’t tell. “I asked one thing of you, and that was no guns.” 

Crowley takes this moment to disappear with a laugh and a “Have fun, kids,” whatever hocus-pocus the TARDIS was using to keep him trapped - gone.

3a.

For every month Dean travels with the Doctor, they have a little celebration. It’s just something to say “Thanks for sticking with us, Dean! We’ll get Crowley soon!” Amy insists on doing it, but honestly, the Doctor doesn’t complain. Rory’s never been too keen on it. He doesn’t understand why they need to celebrate Dean’s existence. For the first month, they got cupcakes from a planet dedicated to baked goods. For the second month, River hijacked the TARDIS, took Dean to his old elementary school, and let him pull the fire alarm just for fun.

It wasn’t until the fifth month that things started getting crazy. The fifth month celebration was the day the Doctor broke into the alcohol. They all got heroically plastered. Well, everyone except Rory. He still thought it was stupid. But they were destroyed. Dean didn’t even remember most of the night.

What he did remember was waking up the next morning, spooning someone. At first, Dean was ecstatic at this, assuming it to be Amy or, by some miracle, Lisa. Unfortunately, he chose that moment to nuzzle his face into the head of hair in front of him and inhale. It smelled like bananas. Amy hated bananas.

“Always bring a banana to a party, Dean.”

The memory flashed in his mind for a moment as his eyes snapped open. He was greeted by the very thing he didn’t want to see. It was the Doctor’s hair he’d been smelling. “Oh no,” he thought, scooting back and nearly falling out of the bed. “Oh no. Oh no. Oh God, no.” 

He untangled himself from the sheet with as little noise as possible (he’d gotten good at that on the road without Sam; plenty of practice) and silently assessed the situation:

1. Not naked.

2. Still wearing a shirt.

3. Not wearing pants.

I am never drinking anything that glows ever again, Dean thought, a hazy memory of a glass decanter full of something shimmering, adamantly refusing to think about his present situation. Never happening again. He threw a quick glance to the Doctor’s sleeping form— still sleeping, good— and started to feel around the floor for his absent pants. 

3.

For every month Dean travels with the Doctor, they have a little celebration. It’s just something to say “Thanks for sticking with us, Dean! We’ll get Crowley soon!” Amy insists on doing it, but honestly, the Doctor doesn’t complain. Rory’s never been too keen on it. He doesn’t understand why they need to celebrate Dean’s existence. For the first month, they got cupcakes from a planet dedicated to baked goods. For the second month, River hijacked the TARDIS, took Dean to his old elementary school, and let him pull the fire alarm just for fun.

It wasn’t until the fifth month that things started getting crazy. The fifth month celebration was the day the Doctor broke into the alcohol. They all got heroically plastered. Well, everyone except Rory. He still thought it was stupid. But they were destroyed. Dean didn’t even remember most of the night.

What he did remember was waking up the next morning, spooning someone. At first, Dean was ecstatic at this, assuming it to be Amy or, by some miracle, Lisa. Unfortunately, he chose that moment to nuzzle his face into the head of hair in front of him and inhale. It smelled like bananas. Amy hated bananas.

“Always bring a banana to a party, Dean.”

The memory flashed in his mind for a moment as his eyes snapped open. He was greeted by the very thing he didn’t want to see. It was the Doctor’s hair he’d been smelling. “Oh no,” he thought, scooting back and nearly falling out of the bed. “Oh no. Oh no. Oh God, no.” 

1a.

“Who are you?” Dean gritted out, teeth clenched, pointing a gun at the man standing before him.

The man before him seemed unperturbed. “I’m the Doctor.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Yeah, no kidding. We’ve been over this, now tell me who you fucking are before I shoot you.”

The Doctor stepped forward, wielding a small, metal object. With a flip of his wrist, it sprang open with a small click. Studying it carefully, the Doctor walked in a slow circle around Dean. Suddenly flipping the device back shut, the Doctor grinned widely.

“What?” Dean snapped, clenching his gun tighter.

“That gun doesn’t even have bullets! Oh ho ho, clever one you are, rock salt. Won’t work on me, sorry to disappoint you.”

Dean glared, but dropped the weapon. “What do you want?”

“Me, what do I want? Oh, I want nothing, nothing at all, don’t mind me. Well,” the Doctor stopped, twirling on his heel, snapping his fingers, “I suppose you could count information as a want.”

“What the hell do you want to know from me? Just ask your can opener there.”

“Sonic screwdriver, but that’s not going to help me. No, I want to know why I was called here. The TARDIS flew off course and I want to know why.”

Dean stared. “Right. I’ll get right on that explanation as soon as you tell me who the hell you are.”

“He is a time lord.”

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2a.

The first time Castiel brought Rory back, Amy kissed him. It was really stupid how Rory died. He had been running down a flight of stairs in the TARDIS and tripped. Smashed his face off the TARDIS console, cracked his head open. Very nasty. Instantly knocked out, and he died pretty quickly after. Amy and the Doctor just looked at each other for a moment. Castiel was confused, mostly. Then Amy fell next to Rory’s body, sobbing and screaming. Something about how stupid he was. Castiel crouched next to them. One touch to the forehead and Rory was alive again. And once Amy realized what had just happened, she kissed Cas.

This royally pissed off Rory, who, consumed with rage, jumped up and ran towards Castiel.

“What the FUCK are you doing to my wife!?” he screamed, rage flaring in his eyes.

“No, Rory, stop!” Amy pleaded, “I was simply thanking him, he saved you!”

Castiel just stood, stone still, and quietly proclaimed “Sorry, Rory. I’m just irresistible” and then he winked and walked off to find Dean, who was still tied to a bed somewhere in the TARDIS…

2.

The first time Castiel brought Rory back, Amy kissed him. It was really stupid how Rory died. He had been running down a flight of stairs in the TARDIS and tripped. Smashed his face off the TARDIS console, cracked his head open. Very nasty. Instantly knocked out, and he died pretty quickly after. Amy and the Doctor just looked at each other for a moment. Castiel was confused, mostly. Then Amy fell next to Rory’s body, sobbing and screaming. Something about how stupid he was. Castiel crouched next to them. One touch to the forehead and Rory was alive again. And once Amy realized what had just happened, she kissed Cas.

(by FindingPadfoot)

1.

“Who are you?” Dean gritted out, teeth clenched, pointing a gun at the man standing before him.

The man before him seemed unperturbed. “I’m the Doctor.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Yeah, no kidding. We’ve been over this, now tell me who you fucking are before I shoot you.”

The Doctor stepped forward, wielding a small, metal object. With a flip of his wrist, it sprang open with a small click. Studying it carefully, the Doctor walked in a slow circle around Dean. Suddenly flipping the device back shut, the Doctor grinned widely.

“What?” Dean snapped, clenching his gun tighter.

“That gun doesn’t even have bullets! Oh ho ho, clever one you are, rock salt. Won’t work on me, sorry to disappoint you.”

Dean glared, but dropped the weapon. “What do you want?”

“Me, what do I want? Oh, I want nothing, nothing at all, don’t mind me. Well,” the Doctor stopped, twirling on his heel, snapping his fingers, “I suppose you could count information as a want.”

“What the hell do you want to know from me? Just ask your can opener there.”

“Sonic screwdriver, but that’s not going to help me. No, I want to know why I was called here. The TARDIS flew off course and I want to know why.”

Dean stared. “Right. I’ll get right on that explanation as soon as you tell me who the hell you are.”

“He is a time lord.”

Dean jumped at the voice too close behind him. “Cas. What the hell?”

Moving to stand in front of Dean, Castiel greeted the being before him. “I am the one who called you to this time.”

Tilting his head, the Doctor murmured to himself, “Not an alien, not one I’ve come across and I’ve come across them all. What, then? Not human, not even close-“

“I am an angel of the lord, and I am in need of your assistance.”

“Oh, brilliant, oh how I’ve wanted to meet one of you again, ever since I ran into your brother years ago. Wonderful parties, introduced me to Marilyn Monroe. Again.” The Doctor jumped forward, hand outstretched. Castiel merely stared at it.

Pulling his hand back, wiping it absent-mindedly on his coat, he asked “So what could an angel possibly need my help for?”

“I need you to help me stop the King of Hell.”

(by whysocynical)